Hop on hop off
No amount of rain
Can wash away this filth
The filth of millions of friends
And millions of dogs of friends
And tens of millions of dogs of friends shits

Bathing at the bottom of the well
A single orange balloon
Tied to my wrist

Tight rope walker
Stretching across the sky
Home is where you hang

A beautiful black bird
Feasts upon something dead
By the side of the road

Coming up for air
Your ad here
Let’s ride this rainbow
Into a positive millennium
Breakup sex marriage

Let’s see how it feels
To feel good for a while
Let’s feel more
More than a feeling
There is no divot replacing
There are moles in one
There are no holes
no right time weong time
There is only somewhere else And that’s not…

The vegetation is wide and succulent
Asphalt smorgasbord
Meat scraps littler the highway
Baking in the sun
God provides for the thrifty

Car talk and Gatorade
Pretzels and almonds
Three thousand miles
Of crumbs and stains

Bearded smokey Mud trucks
Long Long Island trailers
Rusty guard rails
Steel dinosaurs with their
Heads stuck in the sand
DeathStar rays penetrate our souls
And We feel nothing
As long as we have plenty of bars